Dan is different. He's learned to accept that. Well, as best he can anyway, considering he's never really had much of a choice. It's been this way for as long as he can remember, the constant runaround process of trying to feel normal. His life is built around it, trying to trick both himself and everyone he interacts with into seeing him as your average person. The isolation as he desperately tries to keep others from finding out, the bitterness that wells up inside of him each and every time he's reminded that he'll never be like everyone else, the fear that nothing will ever change. He's fated to be this way forever; a misfit from society. Isolation can only go so far though, so when he's struggling to make ends meet and he's faced with the option of looking into a serious job or taking on a roommate, he opts for what seems like the easier option at the time. It doesn't seem so easy ten failed roommates into the process, or when he sits down at a table to meet with prospect number eleven and ends up with a coffee spilled all over his lap. Potential roommate number eleven, Phil, turns out to be an insufferable optimistic ball of sunshine that Dan wants nothing to do with. His options are running out though, as are the savings he's been using to pay his rent, so he finds himself begrudgingly agreeing to let the other man move in. Neither of them have any way of knowing just what they've gotten themselves into as they shake on the matter, but time will tell.

Emma Swan has never really fit in with the crowd - she's the one generally deemed 'the outsider'. She has trouble making friends, trouble speaking up in class, the norm for someone like her. She keeps her walls up, never interacting long enough with anyone to form a relationship. She's never really connected with anyone...until she met Ms. Mills - her science teacher. Emma seems to have a special connection with her teacher, one she's never had with anyone before. But she knows, for sure, that nothing can ever happen between them. For one thing, it's her teacher, and teacher/student relationships draw unwanted attention. Ms. Mills is way too gorgeous to go for a lame teenager like Emma; or so she thinks. Oh, and Ms. Mills is likely straight - Emma's not. As much as Emma tries to ignore her feelings for Ms. Mills, she's got them, and they are fighting their way to the front of her walls, pushing them down, opening her up, which has proven in the past to be a big mistake. Will opening up to Ms. Mills turn out to be a big mistake? How far will her little crush go, or will it stay just that? Written from Emma's POV.

Troye has been set up on a blind date for a company event night by Caspar - his caring, but highly unpredictable friend. The man that shows up at his door turns out to be someone, or rather -something-, Troye could have never expected. Can he get past the awkward situation he's been put in and enjoy himself? Troye's not so sure... Giving in to Tyler's advances, Troye finds himself in a very strange yet, physically, very satisfying situation. As time progresses, so does the relationship between the two unlikely lovers. But will the fine balance between sex and romance stay the way it is? Or will it all fall into ruin because of their resistance to fall for each other?

What if you could hear them? The thoughts they deigned not reasonable enough to say out loud, the things not suitable for even a giggly teenage gossip conversation. Would it be a blessing or a curse? Troye, the unlucky teenager bestowed with this 'gift', thinks of it as a curse, with good reason. Do you know how hard it is to keep a relationship with someone when you know exactly what they think of you? Impossible. It's impossible. Or at least that's what Troye thinks, considering he's given up on even trying to make it work. He's different, people shun different. People hate different. And it's better to go under the radar, to be nothing, than to be hated. Right? Tyler, on the other hand, has taken a different approach to a similar problem. No, he can't 'read minds', but he does have a part of himself he doesn't want a soul to know about. He's quarterback, every girl's dream guy, an academic mastermind, and he's also gay. He's seen how different kids get treated, hell, he's been the one to treat them that way before. Why on Earth would he ever wish that on himself? No, it's easier to hide, to be someone you're not, than to be hated. Right?

After attending an art workshop for 5 weeks Tyler finally meets Troye, but this is not just your regular workshop... ******smut warning******

"For Troye’s seventeenth birthday he gets driving lessons. Well actually more importantly, he gets Tyler Oakley." Troye Sivan has never been in love before. In fact he has only ever been in love with his laptop. Until a quirky blonde ends up driving him crazy.

"Hello." He hissed out of the corner of the dark room, I dared to call mine. He sounded distant, but I still cowered to direct my attention towards him. I soon felt cold air on the back of my neck, forcing me to turn around. His eyes were red like flames, clothes disheveled and torn. Even though his soul appeared dark, the pink in his lips was still prominent. His pitch black hair stood perfectly on top of his face that screamed beauty and danger. But the slightest blood stains on his hands reminded me of what he really was. A pair of lips barely touched my neck, sending shivers down my spine, "I've been waiting," he whispered against my skin. He was my childhood monster. He was just a demon. He was The Midnight Man. And I think I loved him. //First book of the series// **please don't steal this. if you do ur a dick**

"What do you want from me?" I whisper, my voice low and strangled. Tyler stares back at me with empty black eyes. His tongue glides over bloodied lips before a sadistic smile spreads across his face. Long slim fingers curl around my cheek. "Can you guess?" he asks as his thumb leaves a trail of crimson along my hair line. My eyelids close against my will and I lean into his touch. "Mmm," I sigh before remembering his question. I force my brain to ignore the warmth swelling in my chest from his touch and focus on an answer. "My blood?" He chuckles darkly and leans in close until his nose tickles my ear. "I'm not a vampire, Troye," he breathes. "Then what are you?" I choke out as my body begins to shake in fear. Tyler may not be a vampire, but he sure as hell isn't human. "What do you want?" "Your soul." My blood seems to freeze in my veins. "M-my soul?" His mouth curls up in response. "Why me? Why my soul?" "You have a strangely beautiful soul, Troye Sivan. And I'm hungry."

teacherxstudent credit to emmy for the rad cover, sorry for the shitty fetus writing and shitty updating schedule

It's just too easy to expect that self-proclaimed homophobes (like Troye Sivan) and a homosexuals themselves (like Tyler Oakley) could never get along. Not even mindless vengeful plans or diabolic fake babies or constant mockery or accidental not-dates or attempts to make each other's lives a living hell could force a decent acquaintanceship upon them, much less was there a chance that they'd develop weird yet genuine relationships and feelings that definitely crosses the border of friendship. It would definitely take a million wishes and miracles just for them to like each other. ..right? Entirety of story is fictional; characters are real life people. There will be unacceptable name callings, swearing, labelling, homophobia, sexuality issues, possible smut. If you are triggered by this, please exit for your own good. I do not condone nor discourage anything in this story. Enjoy reading! ( © ) [ saaachie | June 2014 ]